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You know the tricks of the trade |
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You can hit the soft spots at the center |
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You dish it out and take it back riding |
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On the wave of your pompous ways |
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Oh, but sooner or later |
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You'll have to wring your lovely hands in dismay |
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You'll go back to the boardroom, add the numbers up |
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And turn the page at the end of the day |
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Where were you at the bleakest of moments? |
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Where were you at the hint of success? |
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When through the window of opportunity came |
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The glimmer of a day in the sun, glimmer of a day in the sun |
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You took the canvas of a life, torn with the wind |
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And the loss could still pull you along |
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Pocketing images one by one of the past |
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Toward your future, a penny for your song |
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Position memories carefully |
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You dust them off at holidays |
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Then you'll go back to the boardroom |
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Declare your passion for the new day |
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Where were you at the bleakest of moments? |
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Where were you at the hint of success? |
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When through the window of opportunity came |
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The glimmer of a day in the sun, glimmer of a day in the sun |
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I don't think that it's me you've got in mind |
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Looks like the blind still bluffing the blind |
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Lead me on and lay me down |
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'Cause where were you? |
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Where were you at the bleakest of moments? |
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Where were you at the hint of success? |
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When through the window of opportunity came |
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The glimmer of a day in the sun, glimmer of a day in the sun |
